Photo of spiderweb and flowers by Sam Valdez on Unsplash

I watched amazing displays of bravery play out in my backyard this morning.

A squirrel raced up a tree branch, trusting it to hold her.

A sparrow darted through the gaps of trees, trusting the wind to lift her.

A butterfly flitted from flower to flower, seeing it all from a far different view than when she was a caterpillar the week before, and a mass of goo only yesterday.

A spider skydived off a balcony railing, trusting butt-thread and a teeny breeze to keep her from plummeting to the earth.

There’s a bible verse about this very thing; something…


I spent a lifetime trying to impress people.

For all that I’ve said that I don’t care what people think, that’s a lie. I care very much.

Today I realized I’ve spent a lifetime trying to impress people who didn’t care. …by stealing time away from the people who DO care — my kids. I impress the hell out of them; always have. They loved when I was an author, but I was too busy facing the wrong direction — looking for validation and vindication from “experts.” I’ve impressed them (and generated a shitton of trauma) by being a single…


bitcoin chart

….and it was the best thing that ever happened to me.

It’s not the money I miss, but the years I spent being angry.

Angry at myself.
Angry at my decisions.
Angry at my business partner.
Angry at the world.
Angry at myself.

I’d recently paid off all my debt, had nearly no monthly expenses, and was streamlining my life. I had one ghostwriting client who paid like clockwork, an apartment on a lake, and was figuring out single motherhood; truly…a life built for a princess.

Then I let ego start driving the bus. I got caught up in doing…


Money is a trigger word. Most people have a strong belief about it. I did. I grew up Catholic; Sunday sermons were “Money is the root of all evil.” Struggle was where it was at. My dad taught me if I didn’t have cash I couldn’t have it. I’ve had six-figure years and barely five-figure years. I’ve chased easy money and filed bankruptcy. I’ve had no debt and been drowning in it. My profession is one where it’s a badge of honor to be a “Starving Artist.” Money “ruins” the craft.

It’s taken me untold hours to excavate my beliefs…


Holy Christ I am all the feels.

I’m not sure it’s the relief of 45 coming to a close, or the glass ceiling shattering, or the apres book release hangover, or my “vacation” weekend of #allthetrauma, but wow did all my emotions show up ready to party this morning!

I should really get better at scheduling the crisises (crisii?) of my life.

Nonetheless, the day is unfolding with a trillion creations begging for life. A novel idea about a woman battling her different selves depending on which mirror she steps into, an article about sorry v. aftercare, an article about…


I have this habit of immediately turning my family and friends’ passions into strategies for million-dollar businesses. It’s what I do; I’m a legacy builder. I’ve done it my whole life, starting with my mom. I made her so successful one year for Christmas she spent the whole thing in an anxiety-filled haze, crying while sitting at her sewing machine until 2am every night to get all the orders done.

It was a disaster.
She’s asked me not to “help” anymore.

Same, my dad’s cattle waterer company (are you tired of breaking ice in water troughs every winter?) Same, my…


I’m not sure I’ve had a trigger to write quite like the current cover of Time.

Time’s CoverGirl for Worst Year Ever

See, I disagree. Vehemently.

2020 was my Best Year Ever.
2020 was the year I got my life back.
2020 was the year my kids got their mom back.
2020 was the year I reclaimed ME.
2020 was the year I realized what matters, who matters, and who could fuck right the fuck off.
2020 was the year I learned to meditate — REALLY meditate.
2020 was the year I got gifted glorious staycations (that turned into meditation retreats).
2020 was the year I learned to trust. (Because 2020 was the…


I’ve now lost count of how many times I’ve opened and closed the draft of this piece; did it again yesterday, in fact, so I could write the Edison one (good lord, I didn’t want to do this one so much I RESEARCHED THOMASMOTHERFUCKINGEDISON. …whooboy, if that isn’t the depth of avoidance, I don’t know what is)

love is complicated
love is messy
love is pain
love looks NOTHING like the stupid-ass fairytales we were raised on

If there was a handbook for love, I missed every publication.

As my babes grow up in this beautiful environment that is becoming…


Fake Telsa quote: I am trying to invent electricity and you are being an asshole. (Nikola Tesla to Thomas Edison)
Fake Telsa quote: I am trying to invent electricity and you are being an asshole. (Nikola Tesla to Thomas Edison)
Funny (untrue) Tesla Caption

I spent the morning doing something I vowed never to do.

I researched Thomas Alva Edison with an open mind.

For all that his journey is remarkable, by the end of my research, I’m not sure where I stand on his value as a man or measure. He is so oft-quoted as a pinnacle of tenacity with such quotes as:

“I have not failed 700 times. I’ve succeeded in proving 700 ways how not to build a lightbulb.”

“Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work. ”

…but at what cost? He…


mag·nan·i·mous
/maɡˈnanəməs/
adjective
generous or forgiving, especially toward a rival or less powerful person.

The unintended consequence of accomplishing my goal of being present and *in the moment* is that I find myself without the deep pools of thought that used to be my swimming holes. In the before times, when meditation was just a neato intention, I used to let my mind sink into the Waters of Ponder and frolic gaily until I could connect the dots on things that I wanted to espouse grandeur.

Now that I’ve found my way to daily meditation (most days), this shift has…

Jen Greyson

Mom | Explorer | Wonderer | Lover | Literary sniper. Chase what matters; ignore the rest.

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